The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-06-12


hen tue boys once spoke,
With laugh, OF his zeal,
In attempt to CONCEAL
miner rough j0kel
he fair face of his wife from the throng
With jealous intention, a look
That O'ershadoWed his countenance-
shook
Every heart there among
I he rough, unrefned throng-
Though not half understood
y ct not one of US would
Ever venture the subject TO touch
Again, you could vouch.
The mild summer had passed
And the cold winner rains
That came following fasr,
Were upon US again.
a bleak, gusty Jay
Had set in with the dawn
And lasted Till night;
The waves far away
By the tides shoreward drawn,
Filled the air with alright,
With their fierce, angry tones,
Their curses and groanS-
AS called from their play
On the oceans broad field
They rushed on to yield
Their lives % the rocks.
The sound of the shocks
AS they fell-reached us there
In the gulch, at our toll,
Near the river-bed where
The hill yielded up its rich spoil.
Where we worked at the we'll
Her husband and L
There suddenly fell
A strange shadow-tne nurse
OF the child St. nding by
We beheld. With tones hoarSe
And unsteady with fear,
She gasped, "Nora-the child
Are they here?"
With cry of alarm
He sprang to her side
GraSped her trembling arm
Don't blame me-" she cried
She was gentle and mild,
And l left them together
On the hearthstone at play,
While | went out to gather
The herbs iOr the child
In the glen just away
From the house-at the rear
For time could hear
Her lullaby song,
But it sudc eDl- ceased
And-I Larrled too long
When l Came, not trace
OF her-no, no; not there
In the c4mp-every where
l have searched-eyeTy place
But the shore
Il
Then turned wildly and fled
And the rest of us made
NOts whisper, but sped
In his foctSteps-the roar
0fthe sea sounding loud
AS to guide us-on DER
The hills and the sands,
And forward to crowd,
Where the struggling bands
OF the cliffs line the shore
and there we all read
In the scene we beheld-
The truth of the dread
That our pulses had held,
When breathleSs we heard-th'
woman's strange word,
Far out on rock
That the treacherous tide
Had flched from the shore
As it were but TO guide
To the spot the worst shock
Of the tempest that bore
From the ocean, shape,
Outlined on the sky
Met our terrified gaze:
The garments that draped
Her tail form streaming high
On the winds, while the rays
OF the sun glowing bright,
Showed the fieudlsh delight
The mad JOY in her eyes,
As she saw the waves rise
In their fury, sRd beat
On the rock at her feet.
In her arms lay the child.
on the one side the wild
Rushing waves ever bore
From the sea-'tween the shore
And the rocks lay the shivering waves
Torn aud mangled that fell
In the confiict-thelr swell
The last throes of the dying;
That heap their rude graves
Where the beach had been lying,
Summed we gszed-but no more
Than an instsnt-a boat
Lower down, from the shore
ON The waves set anoat-
Net our sights Rud we knew
That one of the two,
Rowing steadily there
with the strength of despair
Was her husband-ais face
Paleset with resolve
Toward the laundering base
of the islet that bore
In its trescherous hold
The two that were more
Than his life. Quick the ooio
steady strokes brought them nesf'
And we iaintly could hesr.
Through the tempest, the snocK
0fthe boat on the rock
Al that instant crs
Rang shriIl through the roar
Offhe tempest the eye
Ofthe maniac csugnt
The group on the shore
The sight of US wrought
ON her frenzy the more
That she seused our small power
10 control her mad VIII.
In that terrible hour -
She grew suddenly st1u,
Asin Thought-then her g!
p.11 arai0-AS We gaZe1
In an ms ant o. hign,
In ner arms she hso [a1seu
Harrhi ID and there heIo,
O'ar the waters that sWelleu
an that instant the verge
Of the rock-aS 70 urge
For is victim the slgnt -
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o...a1 ne arms checked the deed,
$500 arms from her clasp
The little one freed
And a desperate grasp
Foroel her struggling down
To the edge of the rock.
Where the quiyeung pos,
Hall hid from the shock
of the biIloHS-could nost
Halfin quiet upon
The wild waters. Anon
The Wild cries that came
t Tbronrh the roar of The gale,
Told but TOO weDtne taie
Of their struggle 20 tsme
Her deInontac Strength
R1t il Yields 81 length,
And the trail little boa,
Was sent by s'ToAe
Vyitn lis burden Snoat
~ ~ ~, mad waves, that broke
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